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Went for a walk today through the wilderness at the old monestary in Cumberland. When I go walking in that spot, there is one specific place that I like to go to. It's a forty-five minute trek, but I feel that it's worth it.
See, the place I like to go is a stone quarry. It's still active; when you get close, you can hear the trucks rumbling through the silence. The entire area is surrounded by a rusted chainlink fence (although one section is trampled down, allowing me access). There's a small pond with disgusting greyish water, and the entire place looks like it was carved into the wilderness.
Now, why, as someone that is majourly concerned with the preservation of all things nature, would I specifically head to an area that is a phsyical manifestation of what I strive against? Simply because I find the irony value of the quarry to be amusing, in a depressing sort of way. When I stand on the edge of the quarry, to one side and below me is 'progress'. To the other side and above me, nature.
With concerns over global warming, the melting of the icecaps, deforestation, and the destruction of the natural habitats for a variety of wildlife, it's sad to watch man and machine rip gashes into the planet. But, they'll say that this is the price of progress and the furthering of the human race. I just wonder what they'll say when progress kills everything.
See, the place I like to go is a stone quarry. It's still active; when you get close, you can hear the trucks rumbling through the silence. The entire area is surrounded by a rusted chainlink fence (although one section is trampled down, allowing me access). There's a small pond with disgusting greyish water, and the entire place looks like it was carved into the wilderness.
Now, why, as someone that is majourly concerned with the preservation of all things nature, would I specifically head to an area that is a phsyical manifestation of what I strive against? Simply because I find the irony value of the quarry to be amusing, in a depressing sort of way. When I stand on the edge of the quarry, to one side and below me is 'progress'. To the other side and above me, nature.
With concerns over global warming, the melting of the icecaps, deforestation, and the destruction of the natural habitats for a variety of wildlife, it's sad to watch man and machine rip gashes into the planet. But, they'll say that this is the price of progress and the furthering of the human race. I just wonder what they'll say when progress kills everything.